Alexander returned to his camp swiftly, the group following in silence, curiosity etched on their faces. The makeshift shelter was simple yet resourceful, built with care but speaking volumes of his solitude. As they entered, their eyes were drawn to his paintings scattered around, leaning against rocks or tied to trees. Each one was a story, a glimpse into the life Alexander had led in isolation.
Zoe stopped in front of a painting of Artemis. In it, her patron radiated divinity, though chains bound her wrists and ankles. The image captured a heartbreaking contrast—strength and grace entwined with captivity. Her brow furrowed as she studied the details, the weight of the prophecy heavy in her mind.
Meanwhile, Thalia and Percy wandered through the camp, marveling at the other paintings. One depicted a blazing battle with a Hydra, another showed a calm forest under a golden sunset, and yet another showed a lone figure—presumably Alexander—standing against a raging storm.
"Whoa," Percy murmured, running a finger along the edge of the Hydra painting. "This guy's seriously talented."
Thalia nodded, her gaze fixed on the storm painting. "These aren't just paintings. They're… memories. You can feel it. It's like he's lived through all of this."
Grover, nibbling on a tin can he'd found, chimed in. "It's like he's telling his life story through them. He's been through a lot, hasn't he?"
Alexander moved quietly through the camp, gathering his belongings with practiced efficiency. He didn't say much, his fire-colored eyes flickering now and then toward the group as they explored. Finally, he slung a small satchel over his shoulder and approached them.
"I'm ready," he said, his tone matter-of-fact.
Zoe turned from the portrait of Artemis, her expression thoughtful. "Your paintings… they tell of a life lived in trials and battles. A demigod unclaimed but not untouched by the gods." She glanced at him with a hint of respect. "We will need your strength for the trials ahead."
Alexander shrugged, his voice steady. "It's not strength. It's survival. I do what I must."
Thalia stepped forward, pointing to the storm painting. "That one... is it about you?"
Alexander followed her gaze and nodded. "Yeah. That storm… it wasn't just the weather. It was everything I'd been avoiding. I learned that day that sometimes you have to face the storm head-on. No running, no hiding."
Percy exchanged a look with Thalia, impressed despite himself. "Well, it seems like we've got the right guy for this."
Alexander smirked faintly. "Let's see if I'm enough."
Zoe gave him a slight nod, though her features betrayed a hint of worry. As the group began to leave, she fell into step beside him. "You understand, Ignis. This is no ordinary quest. This is Artemis we speak of—her freedom rests on us."
"I understand," Alexander replied, his voice low but firm. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have joined you."
With that, the group left the camp, its silence and solitude swallowed by the forest. The path ahead felt heavier with each step, the weight of the prophecy and Artemis' fate pressing down on them.
The group led Alexander through the dense forest until they reached the outskirts, where an elegant car was parked. It was polished to perfection, reflecting the light of the setting sun. Alexander paused, his fire-colored eyes narrowing as he stared at it.
"Whose car is that?" he asked, his tone tinged with suspicion.
Zoe stepped forward, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. "It belongs to Annabeth's father."
Alexander turned toward her, confusion evident on his face. "Annabeth? Who's that?"
The question seemed to strike a chord with Percy. His shoulders slumped slightly, and his expression turned somber. "Annabeth... she's a demigod. Daughter of Athena. She's also my best friend," he said, his voice quiet but heavy with emotion. "She was captured by a monster. She's imprisoned alongside Artemis."
Alexander's gaze lingered on Percy for a moment. The sadness in the son of Poseidon's eyes was impossible to ignore. "And her father lent you his car?" he asked, his tone now more contemplative.
Thalia, standing off to the side, spoke up. "He's a mortal. He doesn't know the full extent of what's happening, but he'd do anything for Annabeth. Even lend us his car so we can save her."
Alexander nodded slowly, his gaze shifting back to the car. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, then spoke. "It sounds like she means a lot to all of you."
"She does," Percy said firmly, his jaw tightening. "That's why we're going to do whatever it takes to bring her and Artemis back."
Alexander placed a hand on the car's roof, his fingers trailing over its surface. "I don't know this Annabeth, but if she's in the same place as Artemis, then she's in danger. That's enough for me."
Zoe glanced at Alexander, her expression softening slightly. "You're learning, Ignis. Actions over words. Perhaps there's hope for you yet."
Alexander smirked faintly, the fire in his eyes flickering. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
The group climbed into the car, ready to continue their journey. As they drove off, the forest of Sienna disappeared in the distance, replaced by the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Each of them carried the weight of their mission, but for Alexander, a new resolve had begun to burn.
As the group made their way further up Mount Tamalpais, the path grew steeper and more treacherous. The air became thick with an ancient power, the kind that prickled at the skin and whispered warnings into the back of their minds. Zoe led the way, her silver bow gripped tightly in one hand.
They emerged into a clearing, and there it stood—the Garden of the Hesperides. Golden light bathed the area, emanating from the famous tree at its center, its branches heavy with the apples of immortality. The air was sweet with their scent, but the beauty of the scene was marred by the towering presence of Ladon.
The dragon sprawled around the base of the tree, its hundred heads shifting and writhing as if it were dreaming, each head murmuring in a low, menacing growl. Its scales shimmered like molten metal, reflecting the golden hue of the tree.
Percy stopped in his tracks, gripping Riptide tightly. "Whoa. That's… a lot of heads."
Grover gulped, his goat legs trembling slightly. "And a lot of teeth."
Thalia narrowed her eyes, her spear crackling with electricity. "Let me guess—there's no way around it?"
Zoe turned to face them, her expression grim. "This is the Garden of my sisters. The apples of immortality are sacred, and Ladon has guarded them since time immemorial. He will not let anyone pass without a fight."
Alexander, standing slightly apart from the group, observed the scene with quiet intensity. His molten-colored eyes flicked from the tree to the dragon and then to Zoe. "The Garden of the Hesperides," he murmured. "So, this is where the legend lives. And where you were once a part."
Zoe stiffened but said nothing, her jaw tightening.
Percy frowned. "Wait, your sisters? What does that mean?"
Thalia glanced at Zoe, a flicker of suspicion in her eyes. "You used to live here, didn't you? Before you joined Artemis?"
Zoe hesitated, her gaze fixed on the dragon. "It matters not. What matters is that we pass through this place and continue to Lady Artemis. Let me try to talk to Ladon."
As the group braced for a fight, Zoe stepped forward, raising her hand in a peaceful gesture. "Ladon," she called, her voice steady but firm. "It is me, Zoe. The one who once played beneath the golden tree. Do you not remember me?"
The dragon's hundred heads shifted, their glowing eyes narrowing as they focused on her. Ladon's immense body coiled tighter around the tree, and a deep rumbling growl escaped from several of his mouths. "Zoe...," one of the heads hissed, though there was no recognition in its tone, only suspicion. The other heads began to growl in unison, their voices a chorus of confusion.
"You do not remember me," Zoe whispered, her eyes softening for a brief moment. "We were once friends."
The dragon's heads swayed, clearly agitated. One of the heads let out a roar that echoed through the clearing, shaking the air. "No! You are an enemy! You do not belong here!" The other heads snarled, agreeing in a chorus of fury.
Zoe's expression hardened, but she did not back down. "Ladon, please! We do not wish to harm you. We are only passing through, seeking to rescue Artemis."
But it was too late. Ladon's instinct to defend the apples overtook any memory of their past. Without warning, he lunged at her with terrifying speed, his mouths snapping shut like massive jaws, each one capable of crushing bones with ease.
Zoe barely had time to react, her bow drawn, but Ladon's strike came too fast. Just as the dragon's fangs neared her, a figure lunged forward, pushing her out of the way with all his strength.
Alexander.
He collided with Zoe, sending them both tumbling to the side just as one of Ladon's heads slammed down where she had been standing. The force of the impact sent a searing pain through Alexander's left shoulder. He cried out as the dragon's massive teeth scraped across his arm, leaving deep gashes.
Zoe scrambled to her feet, looking back at Alexander in shock. "You—"
But Alexander was already gritting his teeth against the pain, blood dripping from his shoulder. He struggled to rise, his fiery eyes flashing with anger and determination. "I'm fine. Just keep moving!"
As Ladon's massive heads continued to lunge and snap, Alexander gritted his teeth against the burning pain in his shoulder. He could feel the blood dripping from the gashes, but the fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever.
"Zoe, get moving!" Alexander shouted, his voice strained but firm. "Go, now! Every one of you, go!"
Zoe looked at him, her expression torn between disbelief and gratitude. But before she could protest, Alexander pushed her once more, making sure she was out of harm's way. He stumbled back, his legs aching, but he stood tall, his voice steady despite the pain.
"I'll take the big monster," he continued, his eyes narrowing with determination. "You all go! I'll buy you some time. Just get to Artemis."
Zoe hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of his words. "You'll be able to hold him off?"
Alexander nodded, summoning another weapon—a massive sword of fire, its flames licking the air around him. The heat radiated off of it like a living thing. "Trust me. I have this."
Without waiting for a response, he turned toward the enraged Ladon, who was now lashing out with fury at the others. Zoe's eyes lingered for a moment longer, her thoughts racing, before she turned to the others and called out.
"Let's go, now!"
They took off, running as fast as they could, while Alexander stood his ground, preparing to face the dragon.
With a fierce battle cry, he launched himself forward, his fiery sword slicing through the air. Ladon, distracted by the others' retreat, turned its many heads toward Alexander, its massive jaws snapping as it roared in fury.
"You want to fight me?" Alexander shouted, his voice defiant and strong despite the pain. "Then come and get me, you overgrown lizard!"
He swung his sword with all his might, the flames of it clashing against Ladon's massive scales. The heat from his blade seared the air, but the dragon's thick hide barely seemed to flinch. Alexander's heart raced, but his resolve was unwavering.
"I will buy them time," he muttered to himself, even as he dodged a strike from one of the dragon's heads. "For Artemis. For them."
With each swing of his sword, the fire around him blazed brighter, lighting up the darkened clearing. He was ready to fight, no matter the cost.
As Ladon reared up, Alexander's focus sharpened. His role was clear: weaken the dragon but not to kill it. His mission was to buy time, giving the group the chance to reach the top of Mount Tamalpais where Artemis and Annabeth were imprisoned.
With a determined breath, Alexander summoned Kanshou and Bakuya, the twin swords he had crafted from legends, each blade gleaming as it appeared in his hands. The swords mirrored each other's movements, their synchronized strikes giving him a powerful edge.
Ladon, the many-headed dragon, charged at him with a deafening roar. Alexander weaved between its attacks, striking quickly but deliberately. His blades cut through the dragon's heads with precision, leaving it with only three, but never severing enough to truly kill it. He needed Ladon alive—just weakened enough to keep it from causing any more trouble.
"Go now!" Alexander called out, his voice carrying through the battle. "All of you, move!"
His warning was to the others, who were already on their way up the mountain, aiming to rescue Artemis and Annabeth. They had left him behind, knowing he could handle the dragon. The battle wasn't over yet, but Alexander had already weakened Ladon enough to buy them precious time.
With the dragon now focusing on him, Alexander stepped back, his twin swords raised, ready to strike again if necessary. But the creature, bloodied and battered, seemed to hesitate. Alexander knew his mission had been accomplished: the others were already on their way, and Ladon wouldn't stop them now.
Seeing Ladon retreat behind the tree, Alexander knew the dragon wouldn't pose any more danger for the time being. His breath heavy from the battle, he sheathed Kanshou and Bakuya and took a moment to gather himself. The tree of immortality stood tall behind him, its golden apples shimmering in the dim light, untouched by the chaos of the battle.
With a firm resolve, Alexander turned away from the dragon and began to ascend the mountain. He was determined to catch up with the group and help them in any way he could. The climb would be tough, but he was no stranger to challenges. His mind raced with thoughts of Artemis and Annabeth, both imprisoned in the heart of Mount Tamalpais, both at the mercy of whatever forces held them captive.
As he made his way upward, his thoughts remained focused. He couldn't afford to waste time. The others would need him, and he wasn't about to let them down. The prophecy, the Son of Fire… it all felt like it had led him to this very moment. His presence here, fighting alongside the demigods and hunters, was no accident. He would fight until the end to ensure Artemis and Annabeth were freed.
With every step he took toward the summit, Alexander knew the true battle was only just beginning.
As the battle atop Mount Tamalpais continued, Atlas towered over Artemis and Zoe, his immense strength making every strike a daunting challenge. The two huntresses fought valiantly, their arrows striking and their movements swift, but they were growing weary. Atlas, on the other hand, seemed fueled by pure strength and malice, his blows shaking the very ground beneath them.
Meanwhile, across the battlefield, Percy Jackson stood with his arms stretched high, the sky itself resting upon his shoulders. The weight of the heavens pressed down on him, a constant, overwhelming burden, but Percy held strong. His gritted teeth and strained expression made it clear that he was giving everything he had to keep the sky in place.
"Percy, hold on!" Zoe called, glancing over at him for a moment as she fired another arrow into the titan's chest. "We'll take care of Atlas, just stay strong!"
With the weight of the world on his shoulders, Percy nodded, his voice strained but resolute. "Just don't let him win!"
Alexander, watching the chaotic battle unfold, knew what he had to do. This was their moment. If they were going to defeat Atlas, they needed to work together, with each of them contributing to the fight. He rushed to Artemis and Zoe's side, his twin swords Kanshou and Bakuya materializing in his hands as he entered the fray.
"Artemis! Zoe! I'm here to help!" Alexander shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Zoe looked back at him, her eyes filled with both surprise and determination. "Alexander, don't let him overwhelm us!"
The trio's combined efforts gave them the opening they needed. Alexander's swords flashed in the air, each one mirroring the other's movements with perfect synchronization. He used his agility and precision to strike at Atlas, forcing the Titan back just enough to give Artemis and Zoe room to breathe.
With a deep, guttural growl, Atlas swung a massive fist toward Alexander, but he was ready. He deflected the blow with Kanshou and Bakuya, using his swords' reflective power to turn the attack aside. Each strike he landed caused Atlas to stagger, weakening him just enough for Artemis to unleash another volley of arrows.
"Keep pushing him back!" Zoe yelled, determination in her voice.
Meanwhile, Percy, still holding the sky, was focusing every ounce of his strength into maintaining the heavens' weight. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his muscles screamed in protest, but he knew he couldn't let go. If he did, the sky would crush them all.
Together, they were making progress. Atlas may have been a Titan, but with their combined efforts, they were chipping away at his strength. The battle wasn't over yet, but for the first time, there was a sense of hope. The team, united by their purpose, was gaining ground. They would defeat Atlas, together.
As the battle raged on, Alexander's eyes met Atlas' gaze, and the Titan's deep voice boomed across the battlefield.
"Ah, finally, I meet you," Atlas said with a sneer. "The son of fire."
Alexander blinked, a frown forming on his face as he stood firm against the Titan's imposing figure. His grip tightened around his swords but before he could act, Atlas continued.
"Finally, someone who talks," Alexander replied, his voice calm but laced with curiosity. He took a step forward, his posture confident. "Tell me, why do you all call me the son of fire? As far as I know, I have no fire power."
Atlas chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malice. "If you join our side," he said, his voice low and enticing, "I will explain everything to you. Everything that the gods have done to you. What they've hidden from you, the truth about your power."
The offer hung in the air for a moment, but Alexander's eyes narrowed, sensing the manipulation in Atlas' words. Before Atlas could continue, Alexander's hand moved to his side. With a flick of his wrist, he unsummoned the twin swords Kanshou and Bakuya, the legendary blades vanishing into thin air.
In their place, he summoned a simple staff, one that gleamed with an otherworldly power. It wasn't just any staff, but one that immediately sparked recognition in Zoe, Artemis, and even Atlas. The staff was an exact replica of the legendary Sun Wukong stick—an artifact that had power, both in its form and its history.
Zoe's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait... that stick... Is that—?"
Artemis, still fighting beside her, turned her head sharply. "Impossible. That's the staff of the Monkey King..."
Atlas' laughter faltered for a moment, his gaze shifting between Alexander and the staff. "So, you truly are a fool," Atlas sneered, "using that relic. You think that will help you defeat me? Do you really believe you're beyond the gods' reach?"
Alexander didn't respond immediately. Instead, he tapped the ground with the staff, feeling its weight and connection to the world. His fingers traced the edges of the ancient wood, drawing on its power. "I don't need your explanations, Atlas," he said, his voice unwavering. "I already know enough. And it's time I stop playing by your rules."
With that, Alexander launched himself at the Titan, the staff twisting in his hands as he fought, using the power of the legendary weapon to its full advantage. The battle against Atlas was far from over, but with the Sun Wukong staff in hand, Alexander had a new resolve. The truth might be hidden from him, but he would forge his own path, not under Atlas' shadow, but in the light of his own power.
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With a confident grin, Alexander gripped the Sun Wukong staff, its legendary power flowing through him. The weapon grew in size and length, extending to its full potential as he prepared to deal with Atlas.
"Please for a dumbass like you ,it will be enough Alexander mocked.
Atlas turned his furious gaze towards him, but Alexander's focus was on Percy, who was still straining under the immense weight of the sky. The Titan had once been the one to hold it, but now it was Percy's burden.
Alexander's eyes gleamed with determination. "Percy, drop the sky," he commanded, knowing this was the key to pushing Atlas back into his punishment.
Percy, still gasping for breath, met Alexander's gaze. With a nod, he understood. The weight of the sky had been crushing him, but with a deep breath, Percy prepared himself for the final push.
As Percy released the sky, Alexander swung the Sun Wukong staff with all his might, extending it and pushing Atlas toward Percy. The Titan stumbled backward, caught off guard, his strength faltering under the pressure.
"Drop it, Percy!" Alexander shouted again, his voice filled with urgency.
Percy stepped forward, using his strength to position the sky just above Atlas's head, and with a final push, he dropped it onto the Titan, forcing him back into the punishment he had once endured.
"No! Not again!" Atlas yelled, his voice filled with rage and defeat, as the weight of the sky crashed down on him once more. The Titan struggled, but it was no use. With the force of Alexander's staff , Atlas was forced back into his eternal punishment.
Alexander stood tall, his staff retracting as the battle shifted in their favor. Percy, finally free from the burden of the sky, let out a relieved sigh, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Thanks," Percy said, breathing heavily.
Alexander gave a small, knowing smirk. "You're welcome."
The battlefield was quieter now, but the fight was far from over.
With Atlas subdued and the sky safely returned to its rightful place, the battle seemed to have come to an end. However, even with Artemis and Annabeth rescued, the victory was bittersweet. Thousands of monsters still swarmed the mountains, eager to strike down the group. The threat wasn't over.
Suddenly, the roar of an engine echoed through the mountain air. A white BMW appeared at the crest of the hill, racing toward them with impressive speed. The car skidded to a stop, and the door swung open. Out stepped a tall, muscular man, wielding a minigun.
Without hesitation, the man opened fire on the advancing monsters, mowing them down with ease. The sound of bullets ricocheted as monsters fell in heaps, but the man didn't stop. He unloaded grenade after grenade, each one exploding with a bright flash, disintegrating the remaining creatures into golden dust.
Alexander watched in awe as the man wiped out the monstrous horde. "Damn, who's that man?" he muttered, impressed by the sheer power and precision.
Annabeth, standing beside him, looked at the man with a mixture of affection and gratitude. "This is my father," she said simply.
Alexander's eyes widened as he realized who the mysterious figure was. "Your father?" he repeated, still processing the events .
Then, Alexander went off to eliminate the remaining monsters with the help of Mr. Chase, who continued to mow down the remaining threats with his powerful weaponry. The battlefield was slowly clearing, the air heavy with the scent of victory, but also of the destruction left in the wake of the battle.
After a while, Alexander approached Artemis, who was sitting on a rock, catching her breath. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.
Artemis looked up at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, I'm okay, thank you." She paused, then added with a raised eyebrow, "But the question is, what are you doing here? I thought you would never leave your forest."
Alexander shrugged, a grin forming on his face. "When they told me they needed me for a quest to save a friend, I came immediately."
The group gathered around them, looking at the two with wide eyes. Artemis, who usually kept to herself, seemed unusually at ease with Alexander. It was unexpected, especially considering she rarely interacted with male demigods. There was a long silence before Artemis, looking somewhat shy, asked, "We are friends?"
Alexander's grin softened, and he nodded. "Of course, we are."
The group exchanged looks of disbelief. They had never seen Artemis so open, let alone calling someone a friend. Zoe, who had been standing nearby, glanced between them, her expression a mixture of curiosity and surprise.
"Well, I never thought I'd see the day," Percy said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Artemis having a... male friend? This is a first."
Annabeth, however, smiled knowingly. "I think they get each other more than anyone realizes."